I can barely see
The end of the tunnel
But I'm looking
Sideways into the void
Dreaming that I'm awake
Deceiving not only others
But myself also
I wonder if
There's any way
To be sure
That I really
Do exist
And this Phantom existence
Has meaning
We can't seem
To leave
Each other alone
We prefer interaction
Even if it means
Hostility
And friction
If we could stand
Only on mountains
Separated by
Barren tracts of land
They wanted him
To be king
But he wasn't ready
So they killed him
